I walk into the living room to find Ayub playing on the computer and Sulaiman curled up and concentrating with a pencil and book.
Me: Whachu doin Sulaiman?
Sulaiman: Homework.
Me: Whaa… You got homework?!
Sulaiman: No, this is Ayub’s homework.
Me: Hey, no… You can’t do Ayub’s homework. Ayub?
Ayub: It’s ok Mama. I don’t want to do it. Sulaiman want to do.
Me: No no no… Sulaiman stop. You can’t do Ayub’s homework for him. Ayub you have to do your own homework.
Sulaiman: But I want to do homework!!
Ayub: And I don’t want to do homework!!
Me: It doesn’t work that way, I’m sorry…
Sulaiman bursts into tears and multi-feet-stamp-tantrums. The page of homework he completed for Ayub is of course 100% perfect.
